Chamillionaire

Screw Jams

Chamillionaire


[Hook] 
She told the DJ pardon me, I need some Swishahouse 
Color Changin' Click and, Boss Hogg and Wreckin' Yard in my life 
(In my life, in my life, in my life) weeell 
A Slow Loud And Bangin' c.d., some Screwed Up Click and 
A little Sucka Free, cause that's what I need in my life 
Yes it is, weell weell 

[Chamillionaire] 
She say she listens to my music, but she can't get into it 
She don't like it regular speed, she like it when they screw it 
What I'm fin to do is, call Ron and Watts on my phone 
Tell em slow it down, so the ladies can get they grind on 
Yellow red or brown tone, call me when your guy's gone 
If you gotta shake that lick, them haters get they diet on 
She's the type rich men, will give money for some action 
Said she's light skinned and, and she'll strip for Andrew Jacksons 
Gets excited when, she be jamming them F Actions 
Turn the lights off then, and if you wanna get your grind on 
Just go pick up that phone, then just get your dial on 
Call me up I'll come over, and help you turn your smile on 

[Hook] 

[Chamillionaire] 
She's calling me, on my phone 
Telling me she's feeling freaky, her body's in need of me 
Hopping in on my 4's, grabbing my 
Chopped and screwed c.d., and my grey T-A-P-E 
Y'all know, playas get chose 
Color Changin' Click c.d., Michael Watts, OG Ron C 
Even your neighbors knew, just what I came to do 
They seen the navy blue, choking on things of two 
They know it ain't your boo, they heard us banging Screw 
Making the headboard bang, while I'm banging you 
Giving you a work out, like a trainer 
Hit it then I flip you over, to change the view 
My sex is a weapon, that's aimed at you 
Finish and reload, just like a gangbanger do 
You little angel you, that's what your friends think 
Cause they didn't see you, sipping on that red drink 
Getting drunk, while I hit it on the sink 
In the kitchen and I'm switching, I can hit it till the bed sink 
You can lock the lock, I'm fin to rock the twat 
I'm fin to give your friends, something new to talk about 
Fin to give it to you shorty, you gon feel it in your body 
Everytime Ron and Michael Watts, chop a spot 
I ain't forgot about, the true DJ Screw 
Cause if it wasn't for Screw, wouldn't be nothing to do 
No claiming red, no claiming blue 
It wouldn't be nothing to bang, while I'm banging you, jeah 

[Hook] 

(*talking*) 
She said Koopa, I know you be checking these niggaz 
But can the ladies get a lil' love, yeah 

[Chamillionaire] 
I don't discriminate the race, pretty face pretty shape 
Shaped like figure eight, she can get a little steak 
We can end a date, like a episode of Ricki Lake 
Call a couple of your friends, they could participate 
Get on my three way, now what is the delay 
I pull out the video cam, and show you the replay 
I screw you real slow, like a H-Town DJ 
We could jam Bun B, and that U to the G.K 
And a little Sucka Free, ain't enough for me 
Big M-O-E, gotta give me the whole S.U.C., they'll screw it 
Money over B.I. to the T-H to the E-S 
In the streets shake the peace, everybody respect the streets 
Everybody'll shine, from the neck and teeth 
Gotta give me the S.P.C., Trae and Dougie D 
Free that nigga Z-Ro and that Pimp C, cause thay'll screw it 
Girl I got you wet, girl I'll kiss your neck 
And I know that the sex, sure to make you sweat 
I show respect, to the Swisha vets 
And the Screwed Up Click G's, get respect 
Lil' O and C-N-O to the E, 'Face and Willie D 
Big Pokey, Flip and E.S.G., they'll screw it 

(*talking*) 
Yeah, slow jam ain't a slow jam 
Unless it's a screw jam 
Can't listen to it, no other way 
Gotta be screwed up 
DJ Screw, rest in peace 

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